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I open the door I see the smoke on the asphalt
the sun blinds me I move forward
I face the sun I leave my trail behind
the day goes by so fast
the The day passes beyond us
and I'm dodging the aircraft
that land all the time
dying no longer seems new, it no longer scares
desí §Augusta street at 120 per hour
hi hi johny hi hi alfredo
nothing breathes like before only fear
I see the girls in the gardens
beautiful in their jeans
wealth is a bushel
a block from oscar freire
I saw bro bro brown
sending a real rap
I saw bro bro brown
wearing gap on TV
I picked up crumbs on the floor
from the feast of those who ate
what happened I never heard again
call my name
the street is straight to life is crooked
who cares
if I'm going to die of thirst
or if I'm going to die of hunger
the sun on the magazine stands
and on the cover of magazine
shade, money and fresh water
I see new rich people
I see poor old people
I didn't see anyone open their mouth
but I heard the scream
God, mercy on our misery
caravel of goat
death and severe life
the girls in the gardens like rap
the girls in the gardens like rap
garden girls like happy ends
songs of the future
in cities without a future
prayers in the wind prayers without destination
blood on the asphalt
- nobody It's tall enough
that I can't crawl
my boy died
what will happen to me
send someone else to run
there in Itaim